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Part 2 of the super long chapter.

Caroline gasped when she suddenly found herself pushed into the brick wall of an alley. She had been a vampire for nearly a year, but he had still managed to take her by surprise.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Klaus leaned down to meet her eyes.

"Looking for your brother," she tilted her head. The heat from his body sizzled over her skin in spite of the inches separating them.

"Really?" He smirked. "Because it looks like you're following me."

Her eyes were hard when she met his gaze.

"I am a hundred and ten percent sure that you've killed him, so right now you're the only lead I've got."

"Originals can't be killed, sweetheart," his jaw ticked.

"But they can be daggered," she smiled sweetly, "which for all intents and purposes is dead. Can you look me in the eye and tell me Elijah is not lying in a coffin somewhere with a silver dagger through his heart?"

She waited patiently for him to dispute her accusation, for him to tell her that he hadn't, basically, murdered his older brother. She knew that he knew she was on vervain, so the possibility of compelling her was out of the question; she doubted he would have compelled her anyway.

"Go back to the house, Caroline," he backed away from her, "or go home."

"I'm not leaving Elena alone with the oldest vampires on earth," she crossed her arms, "and she won't leave until she knows Elijah is alright."

"So, Caroline?" Marcel led Klaus into the underground parking garage. "You've got a thing for her."

"Am I that obvious?" Klaus smirked. "I'm clearly losing my touch though."

"I don't know about that," Marcel smirked, "she looked pretty pissed when you were flirting with Cami."

"I was not flirting with Cami," he denied; internally smirking at the news.

"You kinda were," Marcel chuckled.

Rebekah drew in a deep breath when Marcel vanished from the parking lot; she exhaled when he appeared a few feet away from her on the balcony.

"Rebekah Mikaelson," he crossed his arms, "last time I saw you, Royal Street was burning and you were all fleeing the city from your daddy."

"I thought you were dead."

"You never looked back to find out," he glared. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Elijah," she mirrored his stance, "I think Klaus has done something to him."

"Caroline, she a friend of yours?" Marcel cocked an eyebrow. "You're the second person to bring up Elijah tonight."

"Does that mean you've seen him?" Rebekah tilted her head. The thought of compelling the information from Marcel crossed her mind at the same time she rationalized that he would likely be on vervain if he was spending an exorbitant amount of time with Klaus.

"I'm not getting in the middle of this," he held up his hands. "I know better than to get between the Mikaelson's during a family feud; it doesn't end well for anyone involved."

"Let me make one thing clear," she stepped into his personal space, "if I find out you know where Elijah is, you won't need to fear Klaus, I'll kill you."

Elena ran her fingers through the loose curls hanging around her shoulders. She had been reluctant to take the time for the cut, but Kol had made a good point as if he knew not doing anything while waiting for the call would drive her crazy. Part of her was glad of his insistence because with the few drops of blood he had given her in a bottle of water her headache was gone and there was zero chance of it returning anytime soon, at least not as a result of her hormone grown hair.

"Thank you," she turned to look at him.

"Don't mention it," he smirked and nodded to the soft curls around her face, "it suits you."

"I wasn't talking about that," she managed a weak smile.

"I couldn't leave you in Mystic Falls, darling," he steered them into the park; "you'd have just followed me down."

"You still didn't have to help me," she tucked her hair behind her ears, "and you are, so thank you."

They lapsed into silence for several minutes before she bit her lip and turned to look at him.

"Why are you helping me?"

Kol paused on the path and took in a deep breath. He knew why he was doing it, but some things shouldn't come from him; there were some things that she had to hear from Elijah, so he settled for a partial truth.

"I happen to like you," he smirked, "you've got spirit, darling. I basically told you the path was clear for you to run, and you chose to come down here to find my brother. And you're carrying some very precious cargo," his eyes flickered to her stomach. "I've got nieces or nephews in there, and they happen to have been fathered by the brother I like, so I'll be helping you because I'm certain that you're going to look for him, placing yourself in Nik's sights, with or without my aid."

Elena crossed her arms and felt his jacket shift on her slim shoulders.

"Someone needs to stand between you and the big bad wolf," he grinned when he spotted the ghost of amusement in her eyes.

Elena reached into her pocket for her buzzing cell phone but paused in answering it when she saw his head cock to one side.

"Come on, Hayley. One upset stomach and all this stupid drama is ancient history."

Elena followed the turn of his head to the other side of the park. Through an opening in the trees she saw a familiar face.

"Is that…" Her eyes widened when she saw Hayley lift a steaming cup to her mouth.

Kol was about to flash across the park and knock the Styrofoam from her hands when she paused. He tensed, waiting for the moment when he would either run or relax. She lowered the cup and the tension in his shoulders eased a bit.

"What was she doing?" Elena unlocked her phone and pushed the button to return the phone call.

"I've got a decent idea," he sighed and gave a pointed look to Elena's abdomen.

The call connected at the same time Elena saw what Kol had stopped listening to. She swore and pointed around him.

"Stay here!"

"Elena, what's going on?"

"Nothing, Bonnie," she started towards the other side of the park. She could see that Rebekah had beaten her brother to Hayley, but Kol had arrived in time with the second set of vampires; she swallowed her gorge when she saw the hearts in his hands, suddenly reminded of the time Elijah had torn out the hearts of two vampires to keep them from taking her to Klaus. "It's been handled. Did you find him?"

"I'm sorry, 'Lena. I used the spell, I tried it three times, but someone's cloaking him."

She felt her heart plummet with the news. Apparently nothing was easy, and it had been too much to hope that Bonnie would get back to her with an actual location.

"The closest I could get was the French Quarter in New Orleans."

Klaus returned to the house with Caroline an hour later and balked at the bonfire fuel littering his front courtyard. Rebekah and Kol were piling the dead in preparation for burning. The admission that they had stopped the group from taking Hayley made him growl, turning on the werewolf.

"I told you to stay out of the Quarter for this very reason," his voice rose in pitch as he advanced on her, "werewolves are banned in the Quarter."

"How the bloody hell was she supposed to know that?" Kol snapped.

Rebekah began moving towards one of the bodies.

"Did you think I kept her confined to the house for my own amusement?" Klaus snarled. "Leave him," he turned on Rebekah. "You two have done enough don't you think? You've left a trail of bodies to my front door!"

"What were they supposed to do?" Caroline rolled her eyes. "Leave them in town where anyone could see?"

Klaus stormed around Caroline and started dragging the lone survivor towards the house.

"What are you doing?" Caroline crossed her arms.

"I'm going to drain him of vervain, compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah, so he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight," he stopped in the entry and turned to face the others. "Then I'll compel him to do whatever I say. So I'll have two spies in the compound."

"Two?" Kol cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, two," Klaus dropped the body after snapping the vampire's neck, "Marcel has had every vampire in town on vervain since I settled in. I had to get in on day one so…"

"You killed the tourists," Caroline's brows rose.

"Turned them," his eyes swiveled to the blonde. "Marcel chose the newest addition to his army and I compelled him before he'd had even a drop of vervain."

"What were you doing in the French Quarter in the first place?" Klaus' burning gaze turned towards Hayley; her silence drained the last of his patience. "Answer me!"

"Leave her be," Rebekah glared at her brother.

"You want to know?" Hayley's hands clenched into fists at her sides; her jaw clenched tightly. "I was buying poison, so I could put your little baby out of its misery."

Elena spotted the rage in Klaus' eyes a split second before he vanished from her line of sight. He was only gone a moment before Hayley was pinned to the wall with a hand around her throat.

"Keep your hands off of her," Kol hissed; he was gone a second later. A rush of wind was all that preceded them before Klaus was being held to the opposite wall.

"Are you alright?" Elena rushed forward and caught Hayley before she hit the floor.

"She's pregnant!" Rebekah took up a protective stance between the pregnant women and her brothers. Her eyes narrowed in a glare directed at her half-brother. "All the bluster about not wanting the child, and the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it you care?"

Hayley pushed Elena's hands away and leaned against the wall.

"It's okay to care, Klaus," Caroline met his eyes. "It's okay to want something."

"That's all Elijah was trying to do, all he wanted for you. All we've ever wanted," Rebekah crossed her arms.

Klaus swallowed. He ran his hands through his hair and dropped to sit on the stairs. He turned to Rebekah when she took a seat beside him.

"I gave Elijah to Marcel," he sighed.

"What?"

"Marcel was nervous." Klaus shrugged. "It's bad enough having one Original returned to town, but two? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so…" Klaus smirked. "I gave him a peace offering."

"You bartered Elijah?" Elena could feel the anger simmering in her blood. The second time she said it her voice rose to a shriek; she didn't realize she had lunged until Kol's arms wrapped around her waist and his chest was pressed to her back.

Klaus was over a thousand years old, and as the Original hybrid arguably the most powerful being on earth, but the fire in Elena's eyes managed to make his blood run cold. He thought the only thing that might have kept her from killing him then and there, aside from her lack of white oak and the arms of his brother holding her back, was the knowledge that her best friend was a member of his sire line.

"I had a plan," he leaned back on the stairs and met her flashing eyes, "gain Marcel's trust, and honor Elijah's wish that the child be born."

"Are you alright?" Elena found Hayley in her room an hour later staring at a couple of bottles she had pulled from her purse.

Hayley glanced up before returning her eyes to the phials in her hands.

"Why?" She leaned in the door and nodded to the herbs that would have most certainly killed the baby.

"You gonna give me the pro-life speech?" Hayley rolled her eyes. "Save me the self-righteous spiel; I don't want your lecture."

"I'm not here to lecture you Hayley," Elena straightened her spine and stepped into the room, "I'm just curious. It's your body and your choice, but from where I was standing it didn't look like you wanted to do it."

"You wouldn't get it," Hayley scoffed. "You're not bound to this town. You're not being used as a pawn in some supernatural plot."

Elena bit her cheek; she was always being used as a supernatural pawn, it was her lot in life and there was nothing she could do about it, but she didn't voice those things to Hayley.

"You can't tell me you didn't think about it," Hayley's eyes dropped to Elena's swollen stomach, the gentle curve seemed to mock her. "You haven't thought about swallowing a steaming cup of vervain infused tea?"

"I haven't," she shook her head. The thought had never crossed her mind, not once in the days since learning she was indeed pregnant; she couldn't hurt her babies. They were so small and innocent, and they were his; she wouldn't harm her children.

"I want these babies, Hayley," Elena pressed her palm to her naval and took a deep breath, "and even if I didn't, based on what Elijah was willing to do for you, it's a safe bet he will." She met Hayley's dark eyes and tilted her head. "You didn't drink it."

"I couldn't," Hayley set the phials on her nightstand and crossed her arms, "when it came down to it I couldn't hurt it. Why'd you really come down here?" Trying to see how many vampires you can wrap around your little finger?

"I came for Elijah," Elena tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; the new length was going to take some time to get used to. "He left Mystic Falls before I knew I was pregnant."

"So you came running for him?" Hayley cocked a brow. "In my experience Petrova doppelgangers only use men to get what they want. What do you want from Elijah?"

Elena gritted her teeth. In the back of her mind she was questioning her decision to come and check on the werewolf.

"The only thing I want is to know he's alright, and for him to know he's going to be a father," she could feel the tension at the base of her skull. She didn't like the tone Hayley had used, and she disliked the indirect reference to Katherine even more.

"They know where he is now," Hayley leaned back against her headboard, "why don't they just go and get him?"

"Because there are still daggers with their names on them if Kol and Rebekah cross Klaus," Elena sighed. She didn't want to see either Mikaelson fall victim to the enchanted slumber of the dagger; they had lost who knew how many years of their lives to Klaus' cruelty.

Hayley's eyes dragged over the pregnant doppelganger before darting to her purse. She debated doing it, but in the end reached for the bag; she wanted Elijah back as much as his siblings did. The way that Rebekah spoke she would leave as soon as her brother was found, and she didn't know about Kol; Elijah was the one who had said he would protect her.

Elena's eyes widened when Hayley pulled a length of cloth from her bag, unwrapping the package to reveal three silver daggers.

"Here," she passed the silver to Elena.

Elena approached the door across the hall from the bedroom she was sharing with Caroline and knocked. She had been situated across from Kol and beside Rebekah with Hayley on the other end of the hall.

"Darling?" Kol opened the door.

Elena blushed and cleared her throat when she saw he had clearly just emerged from the shower. Tiny droplets of water clung to his chest and dripped down towards the towel slung low on his hips.

"Elena," Kol chuckled and cleared his throat to gain her attention, "did you need something, love?"

"Hayley found these," Elena shook herself from the images of another chest beneath her wandering fingers. She lifted the folded cloth in her hand for him to take.

"She could have brought them to Rebekah or me," he unfolded the cloth and felt his eyes widen in awe.

Elena smiled when he looked back up to her eyes. Kol returned the grin and stepped into the hall. There was no need to whisper since Klaus had left the house after the incident in the foyer; he and Rebekah had insisted their brother do his bleeding out in the stables.

"Bex," he smirked when she stepped out of her bedroom and lifted the daggers in his hand for her inspection. The communication between them was silent; there was a slight nod before Rebekah flashed from the house.

"What just happened?" Elena cocked an eyebrow.

"She's going to confront Marcellus," Kol stepped back into the room, "and as soon as I've dressed I'll deal with these," he nodded to the daggers. "With any luck we'll have Elijah back before sunup."

Elena wanted to smile and rejoice at the news, but something was holding her back.

"Luck hasn't been on my side lately," she sighed.

"Chin up, love," he tossed the daggers on his bed and walked into the closet, "bad luck always turns around." He left out the part about things getting really bad first.

Marcel pushed open the door to the attic and stepped inside. He picked his way passed a couple of canvases before turning around.

Rebekah glared when she found herself barred entry. She beat on the barrier when she saw a mahogany coffin bearing an ornate 'M'; it was him, it had to be him.

"Invite me in," she growled.

"You gotta ask the lady of the house," Marcel turned his head. "Come on out Davina."

A young girl held her hands in front of her body as she tiptoed into view. Rebekah thought she looked like a porcelain doll with her white dress and loose hair; the very picture of childhood innocence.

Rebekah's eyes narrowed when the girl waited for Marcel to instruct her before issuing Rebekah an invitation. She strode over to Elijah's coffin the second she was able to, fingers closing around the lid of the casket. Wrapping her fingers around the dagger she started to pull.

"I wouldn't do that," Davina barked. She held out her hand forcing Rebekah to shove the dagger back into Elijah's chest before it could leave his heart.

"Who the hell are you?" Rebekah glared from her place on the floor.

"Davina," she shrugged and turned to Marcel. "She's an old one isn't she?"

"Yeah," Marcel's eyes flickered with an unknown emotion. "Rebekah is an Original… which means she can't be killed."

Not easily, Rebekah looked between the pair of them. She had thought witches couldn't use magic in the Quarter.

"She doesn't seem very nice," Davina tilted her head, with an overly innocent look on her face.

"She can be…" Marcel looked Rebekah up and down with a smug smile, "… but she hasn't been very nice to me tonight."

"Then I'm afraid it's time for you to leave."

Rebekah saw something sinister flash in Davina's eyes, and without moving a muscle she somehow managed to propel Rebekah across the room.

Pain bloomed over her back when Davina slammed her into the wall repeatedly before throwing her through the still open door.

Rebekah paused when asked where to find the girl and consequently Elijah's coffin. She had returned to the house in a huff while explaining how she had forced Marcel to take her to their captive brother.

"Clever bitch," Rebekah muttered. "I don't know where she is."

"What do you mean?" Klaus approached.

"Rebekah?" Elena blinked tiredly. The blonde's shouting had roused her from the uneasy slumber she had held. Her blood ran cold when she thought of the powerful witch holding him captive; Marcel's secret weapon: Davina. A girl with more power than Rebekah had ever felt before in her millennium of life.

"She wiped my memory," Rebekah cried, spinning on Klaus. "Marcel possesses a weapon more powerful than an Original, and you handed Elijah over to him!"

Elena felt the blood drain from her face as Rebekah continued to scream. "How many times will Elijah forgive you? How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies?"

"I did what I had to!" Klaus gestured wildly. "Marcel took our home!"

"Home is worthless without family," Rebekah cried. "I'm going to find Elijah… whatever it takes. Are you going to help me?"

"Whatever it takes," Klaus nodded.

"I'm sorry about all of that," Marcel entered into the attic again. He strode across the room to watch Davina drawing at an easel.

"She doesn't scare me," Davina put down her charcoal. "None of them do."

"I didn't think they would," Marcel chuckled, "but the thing is they seem to be here to stay."

Marcel turned away from where he was examining the drawing. The woman was facing away from them with her hands curled protectively around the gentle swell of her stomach.

"They don't belong here," Davina's voice dropped to a gravelly growl.

"You might have a hard time convincing them of that," Marcel took one final look at the drawing. "That's why I need to ask you a favor. I need you to figure out how we kill an Original."

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